THE STORY OF JOHNNY WHOOPER SWAN We go to school trusting our parents. We meet a teacher there who stands up front with a big desk, and a pointer. She or he trains us in an authoritative manner. We attach mentally to a life long need for authority in order to live lives successfully. Right so far? In my case, at the age of 25 I was ready to enter the practice of law where I hoped for success and a happy life finally. Very shortly, very shortly, I became anxious. There was a foreboding. I was made more uncomfortable with each experience. Law work is nothing like what I was told it would be. The system is corrupt. But I still cling to my expectation that career success is necessary to my happiness as a man. Each day my grasp of what the fuck success amounts to after all becomes more clouded, murkier. I hear songs on the airwaves and at concerts which describe my life as the life of a fool. What am I becoming? I want to rip off my business suit to run naked in the street with my hair on fire! But I am too afraid. In strange, weird (weird comes from a word meaning wise), fragmented steps I go about a journey of my own believing myself to be the first man to have failed in such a total way which journey works so as to break up my career, end a marriage, and start an entirely new way of relating with my two children whom I love deeply. Almost magically I meet a woman who is a career counselor who asserts a beautiful message that I am made to be joyful in my work everyday and at all levels. This understanding sets me on a completely new course. It is no longer a world of systems to me but an undivided one of unlimited beauty. It reminds me of a painting. A true masterpiece. I am drawn from within to learn the truth about my identity and nobody else can teach me that. From this point onward I will use thinking capacity for mastering mechanical processes and follow my heart, which includes my whole nature, which includes your whole nature and that of every human being for all the rest. I’ll go by the name Johnny Whooper Swan who does not explain itself to anyone. By my fruits shall I be known. Watch me soar!

Thursday, May 18, 2023

 SENSATION MINUS DESIRE


Sensations are life’s validation. My existence is affirmed in them. I see a magnificent tree. I hear a frog croak. I taste a cherry. I touch a fragile blossom. I feel sunshine on my face. I can feel a warmth coming to me while looking at the moon and stars at night. I am caressed by a friendly breeze. I perceive a flash of unlimited beauty from an unexpected glimpse at the exposed achilles tendon just above the slipper worn by a girl I may never see again that will haunt me for a long time. And on and on and on. As I live. 


What we call thinking is mechanical. As it becomes more developed in us as children it responds to sensations to create desires. This thing is subtle but important to spot. It is going to cause me many problems. In fact, “me” is a mechanical invention of thought jumping on sensation after sensation mechanically. Over time, it makes “me” think I live inside a mechanical life it has under its power. Now, if I were something mechanical who wanted a mechanical life I would be happy, maybe, but I was not happy with mine.  By the time I was thirty-nine I despised it.


This is being told you in the hope it might be of help should you get trapped inside a mechanical world. First, find out whether you actually are the maker of that mechanical world. If so, it will help you gain confidence that you, as its maker, can destroy it. There is and ever shall be another world entirely that is definitely not mechanical. To live here is to love. Passion rules here. The identity not made by thoughts runs free here. You will find out it is right where you stand on Earth. This life is a gift. There is no struggle in this one. There is an intelligence vastly greater than that intellect that is in charge of the mechanical world.


The question for you to answer is: Is it possible to prevent thoughts from interfering in sensation to produce desire? Check it and fly!


On your journey you will come to understand that the works of all the great “artists” and writers and philosophers are found in libraries and museums which are built to house the intelligence of the mechanical world and you will know this because you have found out that the ones who live in the non-mechanical world have no interest whatever in libraries or museums and never attempt to control a life, or even a moment of it. The mechanical world is forever caught in a crisis. It sees itself as something that is becoming better over time. It needs to praise itself. There is so much suffering there.

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